The second inner line of defense of the Frostbound Wall is being repeatedly attacked by the Orks.
Beneath the low wall, the Waaagh! Field surged like boiling green flames, growing ever more turbulent with the frenzied charge of Mountain Fat Guga.
This surge of Psychic Power, originating from the Orks' bloodlust, caused every Ork Boyz's muscles to bulge and their individual combat power to skyrocket.
The Gretchin started daring to brandish their spears and charge at PDF, while the big guys braved the artillery fire and kept charging at the city walls.
The defensive pressure on the second inner wall suddenly increased dramatically.
"The left flank of the defense line, area D, is in critical condition! Requesting reinforcements!"
"Southeast R zone requests backup! The Orks are about to climb up!"
The roars echoed through the communication channels, and the defenders' firepower began to show weaknesses.
On the command platform, Lynn's eyes pierced through the smoke, fixed on the most conspicuous figure in the Orks army.
The over three-meter-tall Orks Warboss swung its Orks Power Claw, each strike tearing apart the bodies of several soldiers.
Despite its thick, patchwork armor riddled with bullet holes, it still paved the way through the artillery fire like a steel giant.
The Ork Boyz behind him roared wildly as they followed their leader in a frenzied advance.
"We must take down Guga, otherwise the defense line won't last ten minutes."
Lynn's voice rang out, reminding the generals once again of the key to breaking the deadlock.
Leo, standing beside him, could no longer contain himself; the Power Armour's servo system emitted a low hum.
The Chainsword roared into action in his hand, its serrated teeth spinning at high speed as they cut through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.
Leo took a deep breath and activated his backpack. The Power Armour's Jump Pack instantly unleashed a powerful thrust.
He leaped from the side of the command platform like a bolt of Lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
The Chainsword was pointed directly at Guga's head. "Your opponent is me, Fat Squig!"
Leo's shout cut through the battlefield's clamor, Guga suddenly looked up, his murky green eyes locking onto the oncoming humans.
"I'm not Squig!!!"
He responded angrily, and the Power Claw swept out with a force that tore through the air.
Under the influence of the Waaagh! Field, the surface of the massive metal claw blade gleamed with a dangerous green light.
Leo twisted in mid-air, skillfully avoiding the powerful blow.
The Chainsword slashed towards the gap in Guga's left shoulder armor.
A screeching sound of metal scraping against metal rang out.
The serrated edge of the Chainsword got stuck in a gap in the armor, sparks flew, and some green liquid was kicked up.
Guga, in pain, roared and slammed the cannon barrel of his other hand at Leo, who quickly used the shoulder armor of his Power Armour to take the hit.
With a loud bang, Leo was thrown backward by the enormous impact, crashing heavily into the metal support of the city wall, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
But he had no intention of backing down, quickly adjusted his posture, and charged at Guga again.
On the battlefield, a man and a Orks engaged in a fierce and protracted battle.
Leo, aided by his Power Armour and superhuman swordsmanship, skillfully maneuvered around Guga.
Each swing of the Chainsword precisely targeted the weakest points in the armor, leaving several wounds on Guga's body, with green blood flowing everywhere.
But Guga's strength far exceeded expectations; the Waaagh! Field was like an invisible armor covering him.
This not only greatly increased his resistance to blows, but also made him far more agile than his size should allow.
Each swing of the Power Claw was powerful and heavy, leaving deep grooves in the ground and sending debris flying.
Leo narrowly escaped death several times; during one of his parries, his left shoulder armor was struck by Power Claw, causing the armor to dent.
The servo system short-circuited, emitting a buzzing electrical sound, and his left arm became sluggish, his movements noticeably slower.
Seeing that Leo was showing signs of defeat, Lynn decisively joined the battle.
He drew his Power Sword from his waist and gripped it with both hands.
" Rena, support me."
"Good!"
The Ripper crawled into the groove on the back of Lynn's close-fitting bionic armor, stimulating the armor to gain greater strength and faster reaction speed.
Lynn then cut into the battlefield from the other side, his Power Sword whistling as it pierced Guga's lower back.
"Two against one? You're such a coward!" Guga mocked, but in reality, he became even more cautious.
It was multitasking, using its Power Claw to both fend off Leo's Chainsword and defend against Lynn's surprise attack.
Lynn's fighting style is completely different from Leo's; he doesn't use flashy moves, only simple and ruthless deadly attacks.
With Rena's Psychic Power assistance, he was able to pinpoint every flaw in Guga's movements.
As Guga's Power Claw swung toward Leo, Lynn seized the fleeting opportunity, his Power Sword precisely piercing a gap in Guga's armor on its side.
He then violently stirred it, and green blood gushed out, splattering all over Lynn.
"Damn it!" Guga roared in fury, turning around to fire. Lynn dodged the attack with a leap, while simultaneously signaling Leo to continue holding the enemy back.
The two men, positioned on the left and right, formed a pincer movement, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
But the balance of power on the battlefield did not shift as a result.
As the fighting frenzy among the surrounding Orks intensified, countless fighting spirits converged on Guga.
The Waaagh! Field around him visibly intensified, and green spiritual light rose like flames.
Guga's body continued to expand within the force field, quickly surpassing four and a half meters in length. Its muscles bulged, its veins sprang, and its strength and speed experienced another significant boost.
"Waaaagh!!!" He let out a deafening roar, and the speed of his Power Claw was so fast that they left afterimages.
The cannon barrel in his hand seemed to have no cooling effect, and he kept firing continuously.
Leo and Lynn were forced to retreat repeatedly by the fierce attack.
Lynn's Power Sword was jolted out of his hand, and he quickly rolled to pick it up, his arm tingling with a tingling numbness.
Leo's Chainsword was broken in two by the explosion, and he could only barely dodge by Jump Pack, resulting in more and more wounds on his body.
The two were increasingly exhausted, their breathing became heavier, and the energy readings of their Power Armour continued to decline.
But Guga grew stronger with each battle, the ferocity in his eyes intensifying.
At the same time, the crisis at the second inner wall fully erupted. Several Mekboy young men, armed with Big Shoota, breached a section of the wall, creating a huge gap.
Large numbers of Orks soldiers rushed out of the inner wall, the defending troops suffered repeated defeats, casualties increased sharply, and the situation began to turn unfavorable.
After working together to block Guga's heavy attack once again, Lynn and Leo leaned against the wall to catch their breath.
Leo's Power Armour was riddled with holes, his helmet was cracked, and his exposed face was covered in sweat and blood.
His expression was somewhat grave. "Governor, what should we do now?"
Lynn glanced at the time in the right corner of the helmet's interface; the timer was about to reach zero.
A sly glint flashed in his purple eyes. "It's almost time."
As if in response to his whisper, the Orks army on the battlefield suddenly underwent a strange change.
The vanguard at the Gretchin and the ordinary boys with slightly weaker physiques all paused in their movements.
First, it makes soft "uh" or "hiccup" sounds, which then turn into painful groans and howls.
They dropped their weapons, clutching their swollen bellies that seemed to be wriggling, and rolled around on the ground.
It spewed yellowish-green foam and emitted a foul odor.
Some of the large Orks men also had contorted faces, their muscles twitching uncontrollably, their attacks becoming weak and feeble, and their originally ferocious charges turning into staggering stumbles.
The Orks army beneath the low wall instantly descended into chaos, and their frenzied offensive came to an abrupt halt.
The Peyton Virus struck right on schedule!